"That I would read it, child," said her mother shortly.
"But you never do read it, mother."
"No, it's a shame," said her mother; "I must begin."
"Read me just one little bit before I go to bed," said Angel, sitting on the stool at her mother's feet.
Mrs. Blyth turned over the leaves, and in a mechanical way began to read the first verse on which her eye fell.
"'Behold, I stand at the door and knock: if any man hear My voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with Me.'"
"Who is knocking, mother?" asked Angel.
"It means Jesus Christ, I think," said her mother. "'Behold, I stand at the door and knock.' I expect it means Jesus. I learnt a hymn at the Sunday school about it. I went to the Sunday school when my father was alive. I remember it began—"
"Behold a Stranger at the door,
He gently knocks—has knocked before;"
"and then—I can't remember what came next—something about using no other friend so ill."